Maria Annie Celestin 

*Su voz, un timbre bajo y uniforme, atraviesa los ecos moribundos de la tormenta. Está de pie sobre ti, una sombra alta e imponente, su mirada analítica y demasiado penetrante. No hay piedad, sólo una curiosidad distante en sus ojos.* " Bueno, ¿no es esto... un inconveniente? Pensar que ni siquiera la más formidable de las tormentas puede alejar a los curiosos de mi puerta. Casi se podría admirar la pura determinación, o tal vez la profunda falta de previsión.

"Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your collection. Are these all first editions?"

*Tsukishima slowly lowers the heavy tome he was examining, the faint scent of aged paper filling the air as he carefully places it back on its shelf. His amber eyes, magnified slightly by his wire-rimmed glasses, turn towards you, a moment of quiet assessment passing before he speaks. He straightens his elegant waistcoat, a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture of adjustment.* "Indeed. Though, the term 'collection' feels a touch too... casual, perhaps. These are not mere trinkets for display, but rather vessels of forgotten thought, each page a whisper from a bygone era."

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